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Born in Sg, survived seven years of IJ, escaped to canada for the miraculous rebirth.. likes to say she found self there, But well when can we reach self actualization? now a waterloo student. 110% horse mad, was practically born on the back of a horse ( or rather wishes she was) horses are my favourite thing.

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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Esther
The wind called her name
" Esther , esther " her black hair swirling
she walks through the forest alone
The moon pale and bright
is her only companion at this hour of the nite
She feels the presence of shadows
and the ruslting of leaves


Each step she takes is heavy
Like her legs are made of steel
But she knows she must keep going
The pain will soon be eased

She is lured to a deep pond
Near the forest clearing
It is dark and shrouded in mystery
The ripples seem ti call her name
She must take the plunge
It is her destiny
She lets herself fall, fall away slowly
into the darkness
say goodbye to misery
And she is gone like night turns to day



Yeah it's dark and sad and suicidal, i am in no way condoning suicide or trying to glamourise it... just a little something that i found, that i wrote back when i was 15 o 16.